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* '''Author''': [[Beverly Sommers]] | * '''Author''': [[Beverly Sommers]] | ||
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* '''Year''': 1985 | * '''Year''': 1985 | ||
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| − | * '''Amazon Listing''' | + | * '''Amazon Listing''': [http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0373160852/ref=nosim/103-3685024-2000659?n=283155 Mix And Match] |
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| + | == Book Description == | ||
| + | Ariel felt she was too old to be playing games... | ||
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| + | Scott Campbell may have looked like a surfer, Ariel thought but he could never have been a good one. Scott seemed to be as blind as a bat. Why else would he bypass the bikinied denizens of Seal Beach, California, to make a play for a woman who was almost middle-aged? A woman whose teenage daughter cast disapproving glares at him and whose younger daughter skulked around him menacingly, distressingly attired in combat fatigues. | ||
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| + | True, Ariel respected Scott's advice -- he'd improved both her painting and her business. But anything more than a friendly relationship was unseemly. Preposterous. And so appealing.... | ||
Revision as of 02:21, 27 January 2008
- Author: Beverly Sommers
- Publisher: Harlequin American Romance # 85
- Year: 1985
- Setting:
- Amazon Listing: Mix And Match
Book Description
Ariel felt she was too old to be playing games...
Scott Campbell may have looked like a surfer, Ariel thought but he could never have been a good one. Scott seemed to be as blind as a bat. Why else would he bypass the bikinied denizens of Seal Beach, California, to make a play for a woman who was almost middle-aged? A woman whose teenage daughter cast disapproving glares at him and whose younger daughter skulked around him menacingly, distressingly attired in combat fatigues.
True, Ariel respected Scott's advice -- he'd improved both her painting and her business. But anything more than a friendly relationship was unseemly. Preposterous. And so appealing....
